Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System

Queen of the Slums

Over the last few days, Ezra had familiarized himself with Magaravia’s streets, and he no longer felt like an outsider. Even Ashton Alley had lost its initial repulsiveness and become a part of his routine visits.

However, as the wagon crossed the stone bridge leading out of Bolter Street, the coachman pulled to a grinding halt right at the entrance to the slums. A large crowd of commoners had gathered on the streets, armed with sticks and brooms.

“I am sorry, but this is as far as I can go my good sir,” the coachman whispered in a nervous voice.

Ezra tossed him a handful of Scepters and stepped down.

As the carriage drove away, Ezra approached the mob and tried to get a closer look at things.

“I tell you these Blue Caps think they can do anything they want!” a lean middle-aged man dressed in soiled clothes exclaimed.

Another raised his axe and yelled angrily. “We should teach them a lesson they will remember for the rest of their lives!”

“Yeah! We should show them we are not afraid o